Lustful Thoughts
Kane
Vampire’s don’t have fated mates.
In fact, most people don’t think that vampires even have souls. I’m not sure what I think of that since I was born a vampire. It’s not as if I were once a person who was killed by a vampire and my soul was released to hell or where–have–you, and now I am something else. No, I have always been a vampire, so if I am a soulless, earthbound creature, then so be it.
Right now, I think there is something deep inside of me that is driving me toward Emory Moonraker, though, and I have no idea what it is–but it is persistent.
Back in my room, after I nearly took her on her first night in the castle, I am lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to determine what to do about it.
It’s not true that vampires don’t sleep. We do. I do, anyway. Perhaps there are some that don’t need to, but on average, I need at least five hours of sleep each night to function. Otherwise, I am a monster the next day–literally.
The other rumors about vampires, that they have high sex drives and are into all sorts of kinky things in the bedroom are true to different levels. I believe I fall somewhere above average but am nothing like my brother–or Opal.
The thought makes me wonder if my brother is fucking my fiancée.
He pretends to hate her whenever she’s not around but still seeks her out. He escorts her to dinner every night, along with her brother, who is into anything and everything in the bedroom….. I wouldn’t be surprised if Lex isn’t fucking Opal.
+25 BONUS
Tossing an arm across my forehead, I wonder why I care and decide it is only because I don’t like the idea that they are doing something so intimate behind my back. People that will screw each other behind your back are more likely to throw daggers when you’re not looking as well, and while my brother can say it doesn’t matter to him that he’ll never rule, I know that he actually does care. He does have designs to be king. If he could get Opal pregnant before me, he would at least solidify his own child’s place on the throne, assuming I never find anyone else to bare me children.
It’s all too much to think about, so I don’t.
Nor do I want to think about that bastard Clark….
Putting him on house arrest doesn’t seem like enough. I should’ve ripped his fucking head off. Especially after his response to, “Why did. you take her to the feeders‘ dungeon?” was, “Well, she’s just another fucking bitch feeder. Who the hell cares what happens to her?” I had smacked him across the face hard enough to draw blood. Vampires must be struck very hard to draw blood. Now, I had his mess. downstairs to clean up and his problematic ass to deal with.
Really, it had been a shitty day.
